It's pizza. I promise. And it might be one of the best goddamn pizzas I've ever made. Plus someone left a bunch of delicious beer in my fridge, and I really want one more Baked & Wired cupcake before I move away and the little sliders at Matchbox and, oh, hell. I'll worry about the scale in January with everyone else. I can still squeak my jeans on and nothing is falling out of my sports bras so I don't think it's that much of a problem anyway.
2. I've REALLY missed these guys, and have spent the better part of three work days with them laying on my legs or my feet or in my lap.
3. Since I've been back in DC, I've been fortunate enough to hang out with plenty of friends and the question that I've been asked a dozen times is, do you think you made the right decision to move? And I can say, without question, absolutely, positively, yes. I loved my time living all over and around the metro DC area, but I've also been long overdue for a departure. I hope I will still say this in coming months and years, but this was so much the right decision for me, for us, for my family. I can't really even put my finger on exactly what it is about Boulder that I love, but maybe that's how being happy goes. You just are. And I - we - just are. I am really looking forward to spending times with friends and loved one over the next few weeks - especially this weekend in preparation for the worst hangover of my life - but I'm also ready for The Longest Move Ever to be over. For us to live there, to do boring suburban things, to ride my bicycle at lunch and cook lasagna for the poet and buy more dog food on Saturdays. I'm ready for that life. I am ready.